We are of the same mind,
the same lights and breezes,
the same nights in which no one
looked up or noticed the stars
turning in the distant past.
We go in and sit and call
on love and other incantations
to keep us here
and anchored to the earth.
Kyle Kimberlin
2.24.2016
In the cellars of the night, when the mind starts moving around old trunks of bad times, the pain of this and the shame of that, the memory of a small boldness is a hand to hold.
-John Leonard
All the old clocks are stopping
and time is draining away.
There are rats in the hedges
where the blue jays
used to play. In a dry time
the people go to funerals
to avoid loneliness.
There is music there and afterwards
coffee with sugar in paper cups.
So much can happen after a funeral;
maybe more than has happened
before. But then we all go home.
Soon will come Jesus walking
door to door, looking for someone
to raise from the dead.
Kyle Kimberlin
Metaphor 